Posts Tagged With: Kolam

Simple things brings happiness

Life is not always best but it is not bad because day by day it is getting interesting by finding new happiness or by nostalgia.This picture makes me to remember the olden days.Most of the times, real happiness not comes from big things;it comes from the simple things.For me one such thing is Kolam.

Kolam is a kind of South Indian art form of floor painting drawn by rice powder in olden days and using chalk powder now a days.I learnt it and became a half-perfectionist at the age of 10.In the month of December and January,most of the houses in TamilNadu will be decorated with kolam after waxing the floor with cow dung.Lot of special occasions will happen in the month of Margali [mid-December to Mid-January].There are lot of ways to draw a kolam [Rangoli,pullikolam,nelikolam etc].I asked my dad why we should we get up early decorate our houses with kolams particularly at the month of Margali using rice powder.

Rangoli

Rangoli kolam->Pongal festival

The answer I got from my father was “It will be very difficult for the ants to go far to collect the food in winter so that’s why we are using rice powder”.People also write welcome messages and it is a sign to welcome people to the house.I used to draw in front of the house using rice powder in my childhood.My mom always wish to make a big colourful kolam in front of our house during Pongal festival every year.When I look at this picture which is taken long back,it brings back the memories oflot of things.Drawing a kolam before sunrise is a tradition.I always end up getting up late and try to showcase my skills at least before noon.

One of my neighbors always tell me that drawing kolam is like solving a mathematics problem.Yes!If we miss out our concentration, there will be chaos in joining the dots and we will fail to make out a desired pattern.But the regrettable thing is it is in the list of one of the disappearing traditions in Tamilnadu.When I finish it perfectly the way I like,it brings utmost pleasure even though it’s a simple thing.I always want to make the big kolam every year.Expecting January soon in Calendar.

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